I wish I could go back!

joanna gaudyn

Jerusalem, at least so far, is definitely one of my favourite places on Earth. Is it for the architecture, atmosphere, people, climate or food – that I cannot be sure. Perhaps a mixture of all the above mentioned.

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17 Playful Doodles that Incorporate Everyday Objects

Get creative! Be silly!
How to have fun with everyday materials!



Javier Pérez aka cintascotch, is an artist and illustrator from Guayaquil, Ecuador. A few times a week, Pérez shares a new doodle with his 20,000 Instagram followers. Each doodle incorporates everyday objects like paper clips, coins and scissors. The doodles transform the objects into something completely new and different.

It’s a fun and creative way to look at an object, even seemingly mundane ones, and reimagine them as something else. To see more playful diversions, be sure to check out Javier’s work at the links below.


Javier Pérez (cintascotch)
Website | Facebook | Behance | Twitter | Instagram



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Artwork by Javier Pérez (cintascotch)
Website | Facebook | Behance | Twitter | Instagram



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Artwork by Javier Pérez (cintascotch)
Website | Facebook | Behance | Twitter | Instagram



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Artwork by Javier Pérez (cintascotch)
Website | Facebook | Behance | Twitter | Instagram


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My Mustache Brings All the Girls to the Yard


Coffee Shop Confessions


Here we are in one of the most magical months of the twelve month cycle. It’s a season of pumpkin pie consumption, alluring red coffee sleeves from Starbucks, and being thankful for gluttony. But more than any of these reasons (Because I’m American, and am therefore allowed to arbitrarily rank things however I wish) is that we get to enjoy the preferred nut of cultured men everywhere, the mustaccio.

A brief walk through history is all one need take to see the warmth of the mustache fire which men are inexplicably drawn to. It is a transcender of race and culture, bringing people together across borders and even oceans. Just look at photos of the Big Three from World War II – Stalin, FDR, and Churchill. Of the three of them, who looks the most comfortable and friendly? Stalin. Would we make a deal with an angry communist? I think…

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Creamy Hot Chocolate and Choco-Nuts Pops

Have to make this!

Details, naturally

One cold day, about twenty-eight years ago, my mother entered a coffee shop in Italy and ordered a hot chocolate. It was the first time she ordered one in Italy, since she had just moved there with little Casper, my brother. What she got surprised her; the cup was hot and steaming, but this was not hot chocolate, she thought. The consistency of whatever they had just served her was thick and almost not liquid anymore; it looked creamy and thick at the point she thought it was some sort of pudding.

Soon enough she realized that was just how the Italian hot chocolate is, and even sooner, just after taking the first sip, she had realized it was delicious.

Years went by and that same hot chocolate became a staple in our pantry during the cold winters. Basically it was what got us through the winter. One cup and…

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Curious Cover

It’s curious the things I realize we had.

We had  a lot of something.

Something tried to grip its claws into us, tried to drag us down.

We had people turning their heads and scoffing at the sweet pleasantries that were whispered back and forth between us as warm gentle words lingered from your mouth.

Your warm breath against my ear and then my neck.

But then something diverted your attention from the desire of my comfort, my warmth and touch.

It was there and then.

The sounds of her heels louder than the echo under train tracks.

It wasn’t me that you wanted.

You wanted a small distraction.

A small distraction from the demons that truly took over your mind, causing your body to act out.

Your body and your mind seemed melancholy, on a good day, with the thought of being without me.

Your distraction,

Your desire for something else,

For someone else that wasn’t me.

The feeling of someone who wanted nothing more than a never lasting satisfaction.

It is curious how such a tender façade could be so distracting from the inner darkness that laid buried beneath your eyes.

As your ears perked up to the sound of her heels that sounded louder than the echo beneath  train stations,

You smiled slyly,

And so did I.

It’s curious the things I realize we had.

We had  a lot of nothing.

I noticed why people turned their heads.

It was there and then that I scoffed with them.